originally posted in:The New Dojo
he sensed your actions from how you held yourself, he seemed an excellent judge of others
"better than being dead, or worse, a nobody"
he seemed to take a little offense but kept himself at the ready just in case
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"Well can you like..go or something? I don't like people staring at me while I'm well...nude."
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"Your fault being in a public area, mind if I dump the body in another spring?"
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"Not around here." Chloanne said, still trying to cover herself up with her arm.
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he sighed, and with a flick of the wrist, made a small firebolt appear in his palm, which he throws into the body, causing an acrid smell to meet you and a puff of smoke as per the cliché shit, he was gone after the smoke dissapated